Author's Notes: Thankyou to everyone who reviewed!! Sorry it took a while, I've had heaps to do at school *sigh* anyway enjoy.
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The Gryffindor Boys Dormitories,
4th September 1977, 7:21am
Dear, dear, dear, dear Prongs,
Whatever happened to being innocent till proven guilty? That is, after all, the first thing that you say to the Professors when they drag us out of the common room accusing us of one prank or another, so when did you become the annoying hypocritical git that you are being this morning.
Concerning my whereabouts, like every other sane person in this school, I am still in the Gryffindor Boys Dormitories, and until a few moments ago, I was in a deep slumber dreaming about the beautiful women that fill this school. Now I feel no need to explain why I was awoken because you are not as dense as Peter and I'm sure you have realised that it had something to do with your owl and it's completely unco-ordinated landings.
Now James, there are times in my life I don't mind being awoken by owls. Should you ever been in mortal peril feel free to send your owl to drag me out of bed to save your sorry behind, even Quidditch practice is a legitement reason. But for future reference, Lily Evans psyche is not a good enough reason to drag me out of my dreams.
But as the damage is done I will do you the curtesy of replying to your letter. First and foremost, I haven't the faintest idea why your 'angel' would waste her precious time being nice to you, and unless she is trying to deflate that huge ego of yours through reverse psychology (which I think would be good for you), I really don't care about it either.
I will not deny that I did send a letter to the lovely red-haired angel, but do not jump to conclusions. My letter was not one of blackmail, but rather one of warning. I am not going to continually have the blame placed on me so that Lily can remain the Professors favorite little pet.
And I too beg forgiveness in advance, because should you hurt me, I'm afraid I will have to return the favour.
Yours sleepily
Mister Padfoot.